Poem -
Brexit
(an old poem re visited)
the mess we're in ...needs to shift.
the Greeks have ceased bearing gifts..!
French horns don't honk...they knock
the stench from Denmark into rot.
how now brown Euro..trash?
gazing in the oh so green grass
give me Austerity, a large glass
I'll drink to something from the past
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